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Kim smiles and walks inside, placing her books in the kitchen counter and returns back quickly. "Like she said, we don't share the same dorm, but, you can leave my books here if you'd like. I'm going to help her for a while and go over a few things with her before I head back to my dorm." I hold my hands out for the books, Russell smiles and walks past me placing the books on the kitchen counter. I smile as he returns and he looks back at me returning the smile even brighter than before.

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Russell looked innocent, "This book was written quite well." Chelsea ignored him with a black face. Russell succeeded in his plan and was very happy. While flipping through the book, he said, "There were many more ideas here. Take a look and see which one you like. Next time, I'll use that." Chelsea held back for a moment, but couldn't help it, "Following instructions in a book, where’s romance in that?" "There are some as well," Russell said, "I think page 49 is quite romantic, take a look."

By the time he got to the topmost floor, he was totally exhausted and was dripping with sweat like someone who had just had a shower. Without bothering to observe the the storey meant to home him for the next an hour, professor Ericson pulled his bag behind him and walked to the last room, and knocked on the door. A second later, the door flung open showing a student with a lot of tattoos. He had managed to smuggle them into the school. It wasn't Wilkes Milton. Definitely not.

"Mr Philip sent me to give this to you." "Thanks." I collected the book to inspect the front cover, while he showed off some dimples. The book had a raccoon as it's display photo. The raccoon looked thrilled to bits with both hands up and mouth open like it was shouting. The background was yellow, it had the words, 'furiosly happy' boldly written on it. Under the book title, there were word too that said, 'a funny book about terrible things' written in smaller font, while the author's name was Jenny Lawson.

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Until next time, little fox. He was speaking Russian. And now I understand why his words rolled like that and why that tenor of his voice felt like a rough caress on my skin. Even when Zaman spoke in Russian it always felt like nails scratching on iron. But this man’s Russian was absolute melody to my ears. He wasn't one of us. I turned around to face him again. But he was already gone. . . _____ Hello, my dear beautiful readers... THE BOOK IS NOW RELEASED, YOU CAN ADD IT TO YOUR LIBRARIES!!!

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“President Rupert's relationship with Mike breaks societal rules. They have to confront their own identities, desires, and limits. Their journey of self-acceptance is inspiring especially when he had to confess his love for him in front of the nation.” “Wow, you really know much about the book,” I said, trying to hide my own thoughts. Before he could continue, April popped her head over a nearby shelf. “I’m going home now. Don’t stay too long, Arian.” She shot me a pointed look before waving goodbye. After she left, the library felt quieter. Mr Benson had also left. I turned to Kael and let out a weird cough. I think I've discovered enough for one day. “I should head home too. It's getting d

“My dear little wolf, there is always a price for knowledge.” I shuddered and glanced back over my shoulder at Russo. “This is what it’s like talking with him in my dreams. Except, unlike the book, he initiates the conversation.” He shot me a sympathetic look. “I’m sorry. That must be frightening, but this is just a book and you have me and Julianne here. Nothing’s going to happen to you. Even if for some reason something happens to you, one of us can slam and lock the book shut.”